Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm pushin for the single yo,
Yo the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon,
Y'all know who it is, or should I say it is
Uh, uh

1]
All drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his
Kickin out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas iv
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin me
Make them the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, I'm to be
On, this rap shit is a jacket to me
I it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cause my shit be
What are you, lost your
It my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in polish the shoe shine
Slip in the tunnel with a in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sit, linger
Double r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b

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That's we smokin up

That's we pokin up

That's we foldin up
That's all we about

2]
I got more bullets in my clip, chocolate got in chip
I got bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
I got more shit up in my whip, most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while y'all to stop wars
Coward nigga your doors
I'll through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I wheelchair
'cause drag is real fair, all real here
I own more buildings on my block, real estate, philly ave
Hit ten I'm tryin to see mils like billy gates
'cause me in philly rollin
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off weaves
Double r, pop niggas, make niggas
Fiends come to me my top rock's been
Seven foot bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you have took that step

3]
I know y'all y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it pop it
Make 'em and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his
I'm not a nigga, I'll let a nigga have it
chips that go away, lookin like white coke
Sit in the sun long, back like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have you now
from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the
Went from to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, to london and back
Me 'cause I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin y'all to payin to do it
all the same stupid
I got on cake, 'cause I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die